It was the first week of July before senior year, I was sitting in my purple circle chair hidden in the corner of my bedroom was light with the midday sunshine that was peering through the open windows as I listened to my country music, which is not uncommon for me, singing along to Carrie Underwood's "Just a Dream". As soon as it was over the song switched to one, I had never heard before- his song- came on for the first time. I suddenly found myself speechless, which was hard to come by. I suddenly felt as though the whole world had stopped for a moment and I was the girl in the song that was wanted, not only that but I knew the song was written for me as a reminder one day someone will make me their whole world and I would be the wanted one.
"Mom, you have to hear this song," I screamed, running down the stairs.
"Child, you are incredibly clumsy and 5 feet tall. Please don't run down those stairs, I'm afraid you will hurt yourself," she exclaimed back at me.
"Mom, that is irrelevant at this moment in time, you have to hear this song," I replied. I barely saw her roll her eyes at this moment, but to me, at this moment her concern for my safety wasn't the conversation I wanted to have.
I played the song again for my mom. She started crying. All I did was hug her and tell her it was ok. You could tell that she was undoubtedly sadden because she had just gone through a divorce about 1 year prior from my asshole of a stepdad, who decided to cheat on her with someone else. I never had a good relationship with this man, and I never really cared for him. At this moment I didn't care about him, but my heart breaks for my mom. I knew my mom would be okay. She had found, Stanley Rocker, my mom's new husband, whom had been showing her that what true love is supposed to look like. They knew each other for 23 years, so far. They were high school boyfriend and girlfriend for a short time and re kindled a fire about 8 months ago and the rest is a fast history. They got engaged and married with in 8 months and have never been happier, or at least that is how it seems from my perspective.
"Mom, I want tickets to a Hunter Hayes concert, so I can hear him, please!" I begged the woman who has to put up with me since birth, "For my birthday? I'm desperate!"
" Brooke, please, calm down."
"Mom, how am I going to do that? I Just found a song that has made my whole life! Did I mention that Hunter Hayes is now going to be my husband one day!" I exclaimed.
I ran back up the stairs really excited and nearly fell three times.
"That is exactly why I warned you not to do that," my mom shouted up after me.
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The next day I was telling my three closest friends, Flynn, Gus and Mia about this song and how wonderful it was. I was pretty much telling anyone who would listen to me for more than 30 seconds of the song of my summer. When the bitch of a flute players came up to me in band practice and said "I heard that song like 6 months ago. Where have you been? Living under a rock much?"
I chose to ignore Skylar, who was more conceited than my best friend (if that was possible) because she was first chair flute player. I started to walk away when she said "I have tickets for his concert. I doubt you do." I just looked at my best friend, Mia, and walked away.
When band practice was over that day, I was furious and irritated with Skylar. She always had to be better than me and everyone else and, in all honesty, I just wanted to punch her right then and there. I was so glad the summer band rehearsals were over. I really didn't want to see her on my birthday. I couldn't stand her. As I turned to two of my best friends, all they could do was laugh at me for getting so angry.
"Why do you idiots have to laugh? I hate her so much!" I groaned. All they did was stare at me and increase their laughter. "Let's go before I kick y'alls asses." I said in a more annoyed tone.
